My suite is in the west wing, number three-zero-two, on the second floor.” She saw that Max responded to this suggestion by getting an enormous bon...r. She briefly stroked its outline in his board shorts. She said, “I want that later, several times.” It got even bigger. Max attended punctually. Em liked that in a young man. She opened the door to him clad in a little beach party top and pants. He liked that. She could see evidence of that in his chinos. He was also wearing a black shirt. Em. “You’re my dirty little slut.” His pace increases. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.” He demands. She stares deep into his eyes, as he masterfully pounds deep into her cunt. “Yes, Yes, I’m your dirty little slut.” As the words leave her lips he cums deep inside her, filling her with his seed. He collapses down on top of her, his breathes are heavy. He stays there until his breathing calms. He rolls off her, but she keeps her arms wrapped round his neck, not wanting to let go. Their naked. She noticed me looking and wriggled a bit more, allowing me a glimpse of her panties. She moved her legs apart and brushed her fingers along her thigh, saying, "Do you like my legs? I've seen you looking at me before, the way that boys look at me when they fancy me. I've always wondered whether you fancy me. Do you?" You're a very pretty girl," I said. "Any man would fancy you." How much do you fancy me then?" What do you mean?" Well, if you had the chance, with a guarantee of no comeback at. ’ ‘Yes ma’am,’ I said. ‘It’s what I do best.’ ‘There’s nothing wrong with that,’ she said. ‘Of course, it is one of the most competitive areas in fashion design’ ‘Yes ma’am,’ I said. ‘That only means that if I am successful at it, I’ve beaten the best there is.’ She smiled. ‘I like your attitude Sandi. How soon could you be available?’ ‘Immediately,’ I said. ‘If I call you by two, could you come in for a second interview it that becomes necessary?’ ‘Of course,’ I said. I can’t explain it, but.